Posts tagged ‘la cosas de la vida’

Changing one’s recipe?

One of the initial discussions about the idea of this blog came after watching the movie Julie and Julia.  For those who have not watched it, it is the story of how a blogger (Julie) puts herself into the challenge of cooking all the recipes of Julia Child, with the idea of blogging about it.  

I just thought of this movie, after watching this interview with Lisa Congdon.  This interview is inspiring as it shows how a u-turn in one’s focus in life can be so beneficial and rewarding.  Bored with her 9-5 job, Lisa started taking some art classes.  At some point, she starting a blog in which should would document for an entire year one of her collections.  The result has now been published in a book.

At treinta o más, career is one of those many ingredients in our life we are consumed by.  We not only have the same doubts as our 20s, but also find ourselves having to think about so many other things which have to fit in the jigsaw puzzle (kids, marriage, house, mortgage, husband, divorce, phd etc).   It is not easy to stop and question oneself: what is really what you would like to do?

It is so inspiring to see women (and for all I know men), taking the plunge and writing their own recipe instead of following the 21st century career instruction book … is it crazy? Yes. But definately, it is worth the effort.

Traducción:

Una de las charles iniciales sobre la idea de este blog se produjo después de ver la película Julie y Julia. Para aquellos que no lo han visto, es la historia de cómo un blogger (Julie) se pone en el desafío de cocinar todas las recetas de Julia Child, con la idea de escribir sus experiencas en un blog.

Acabo de pensar en esta película, después de ver esta entrevista con Lisa Congdon. Esta entrevista es inspiradora, ya que muestra cómo un cambio de sentido en el propio enfoque en la vida puede ser tan beneficioso y gratificante. Aburrida de su trabajo 9-5, Lisa comenzó a tomar clases de arte. En algún punto, inició un blog en cual documentaba durante todo un año una de sus colecciones. El resultado ha sido publicado en un libro.

A treinta o más, la carrera es una de las ingredientes de cual estamos consumidos en nuestra vida. No sólo tenemos las mismas dudas que tuvimos durante los 20 años, pero también encontramos pensando en tantas otras cosas que tienen que encajar en el rompecabezas (los niños, el matrimonio, la casa, la hipoteca, el marido, el divorcio, el doctrado, etc.) No es fácil para detener e interrogar a uno mismo: ¿qué es realmente lo que te gustaría hacer?

Por eso, es muy inspirador ver a las mujeres (y por lo que sé los hombres), dar el paso a escribir su propia receta, en lugar de seguir los instrucciones del manuel de la carrera del siglo 21…. es una locura? Sí. Pero sin duda, seguro que vale la pena.

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02/08/2011 at 13:23 1 comment

Comedias románticas

El último domingo me lo pasé viendo pelis con Tatiana, una amiga que es crítica de cine y escribe en un blog  para el periódico Tribuna do Norte. Super inspirada, ayer ella publicó un texto que me pareció perfecto para nuestro blog. Le invité, ella lo aceptó, y aquí tenemos su primera (espero que no última) colaboración en treintaomás:

“Domingo à tarde. Chuva e preguiça. E, pela enésima vez, eu e uma amiga vimos Julia Roberts se render aos encantos de Hugh Grant em ‘Um Lugar Chamado Notting Hill’. Logo, juntaram-se a outra amiga e a mãe dela. Comédia romântica é assim: poucas mulheres resistem, nem que seja pra ver a mesma cena final pela 347ª vez.

Resolvi escrever este post porque já fui daquelas que odeia comédia romântica. Roteiro previsível, heroínas chatas de tão perfeitinhas e música melosa demais. Era uma combinação que nunca me desceu muito bem. Mas aí surgiram os filmes de Richard Curtis e seu humor inglês irônico (começou com ‘Quatro Casamentos E Um Funeral’, passando por ‘Um Lugar Chamado…’ e chegou ao ápice com ‘Simplesmente Amor’), e comecei a apreciar um gênero mais sarcástico de comédias românticas – que às vezes nem chegam a ser comédias.

Recentemente, o exemplar de tal gênero que mais deu o que falar entre os cinéfilos foi ‘500 Dias com Ela’. Segundo o o próprio filme anuncia, uma história em que um rapaz conhece uma garota, mas que não é uma história de amor. Na verdade – e ouso corrigir o narrador – o filme conta, sim, uma história de amor. Mas é daquelas que se aproximam mais da realidade, em que uma das partes não é correspondida e o seu rosário de desilusões nos parece tão familiar e o protagonista, tão carismático, que não dá para não achar o filme romântico. Porque independentemente dos foras que ele leva, o protagonista continua acreditando no amor.

Em ‘500 Dias com Ela’, Tom acredita que não será feliz até o dia em que encontrar “a” garota. E o filme conclui que a gente pode ficar desencantado e até cansado de procurar. Em ‘Forças do Destino’, comédia romântica com uma Sandra Bullock ainda não-oscarizada, o mocinho não escolhe a mocinha, e o filme é não menos interessante, justamente porque mostra que nem sempre fazemos escolhas baseadas na emoção. Em ‘Simplesmente Amor’, a personagem de Laura Linney troca uns bons amassos e um romancezinho com ninguém menos que o Rodrigo Santoro para prestar assistência a um irmão problemático. Porque nós fazemos, mesmo, muita besteira nesta vida.

Eu gosto mais desse gênero de comédia romântica. Porque romance, de verdade, não é como aqueles de Hollywood. Ele demora a chegar, dá trabalho, eventualmente cansa, e uma hora, acaba. Mas, mesmo assim, me rendo eventualmente a Julias Roberts e seus mocinhos nos finais de semana. Porque tudo o que a gente quer, às vezes, é se render ao sonho do cinema e esquecer que romance dá trabalho. Do mesmo modo com que alguns gostam de ver um bom roteiro de ação no qual, depois de dezenas de porradas, o mocinho sempre se sai bem, outros gostam do conforto das comédias, em que, por mais que haja mil peripécias, a mocinha estará muito bem ao lado do seu mocinho ao final. Mesmo que, na vida, isso raramente aconteça.

Tatiana Lima”

Translation:

Sunday afternoon. Rain and laziness. And for the umpteenth time, a friend and I saw Julia Roberts to surrender to the charms of Hugh Grant in ‘Notting Hill’. Soon, another friend and her mother joined usRomantic comedy is this: few women resist, if only to see the same scene by the end of 347 th time.

I decided to write this post because I was of those who hate romantic comedy.Screenplay predictable, so boring TRAXPLAYER heroines and other mellow music. It was a combination that never went down very well. But then came the films of Richard Curtis and his wry English humor (started with ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’, through ‘Notting Hill’ and came to a head with ‘Love Actually’), and began to enjoy a more sarcastic genre of romantic comedies – which sometimes will not even be comedies. 

Recently, the exemplar of a kind which gave more to talk to moviegoers was ‘500 Days of Summer ‘. According the film announces itself, a story in which a boy meets a girl, but that is not a love story. In fact – and I dare correct the narrator – the film tells, yes, a love story. But it is those that are closer to the reality in which one party is not matched his string of disappointments and it seems so familiar and the protagonist, so charismatic that you can not help find the romantic movie. Because regardless of the outs he leads, the protagonist still believe in love. 

In ‘500 Days of Summer’, Tom believes that it will not be happy until the day we find” the “girl. And the film concludes that we may become disenchanted and tired of looking up.In “Forces of Nature ‘, a romantic comedy with Sandra Bullock, Oscar-winning yet, the hero does not choose the girl, and the film is no less interesting, just because it shows that not always make choices based on emotion. In ‘Love Actually’, the character of Laura Linney prefers assisting a troubled brother than to exchange a few passionate kisses with none other than Rodrigo Santoro. As we do, indeed, a lot of bullshit in this life. 

I like more of this genre of romantic comedy. For romance, really, is not like those of Hollywood. He is delayed, employs eventually tired, and an hour is over. But even so, I surrender eventually Julia Roberts and his good guys on the weekends. For all that we want sometimes is to surrender to the dream of romance movies and forget that it takes work. In the same way that some like to see a good course of action in which, after dozens of blows, the good guy always comes out well, others like the comfort of comedies, in which, for more than one thousand adventures there, the girl is well next to her beloved one at the end. Even in life, this happens rarely.

23/06/2011 at 3:01 3 comments

Sunday, lovely sunday

Hay días, en la vida de una, en los que lo único que necesitas es poder sentarte en una mesa con buenas amigas y, mientras bebéis unas copitas de vino, hablar todo lo que puedas.

Desde que me vine a vivir en Brasil, echo de menos estos días de chicas. La complicidad, el saber que te escuchan sin juzgarte. Conseguir encontrar personas con las que de verdad te identificas, es muy difícil. Crear una red de amigos que compartan tus mismos gustos, necesita trabajo. Construir una amistad de verdad, lleva tiempo. Y llevo aquí solamente 7 meses.

Así que, cuando los vuelcos de la vida me dejaron sin saber adónde ir y, aun teniendo la família cerca, me hacía falta esta terapia, no medí esfuerzos. Aproveché los días que me había cogido para la semana santa, cruzé el charco y fui a encontrarme aquella que viene siendo mi amiga, hermana, consejera y psicóloga a lo largo de muchos añoscasi toda mi vida. Más todavía, los últimos 7 años, en los que compartimos muchas cosas en Sevilla.

Fue así que, en un domingo de sol incomun para la casi siempre gris Londres, Nina me recogió en el aeropuerto de Heathrow. Cuando la vi supe que había hecho lo correcto.

Del aeropuerto a casa, a cambiarnos. De casa, a Covent Garden, dónde se nos unió Elisinha (que ahora vive en Cambridge y vino a Londres en caracter de urgencia a pedido de Nina para ayudarla en el proyecto hacerle reir a la Ju). Y, como me conocen más que demasiado bien, me llevaron a comer en el restaurante Jamie’s Italian, de Jamie Oliver. Sí, el mismísimo Jamie, del que tanto hablo. Yo no conocía a su restaurante, así que más encantada imposible.

fuente:página del restaurante

Y así pasamos la tarde: entre orgías gastronómicas y mucho vino. Riéndonos, charlando, actualizándonos unas a las otras. Los entrantes estaban divinos! Nos pedimos unas tablas con embutido y unos champiñones al gratín que estaban para chuparse los dedos. De segundo,yo probé la pasta del día, con cordero y salsa de tomate, que estaba bastante rica. Pero para el  postre he pedido la panacota y no me ha gustado para nada! Y es que no se parecía ni un pelín a la panacota original. Al menos a la que yo conozco… En realidad, debo decir que me decepcionó un poco, porque con lo fan que soy de sus recetas (y creanme, he probado muchas en casa), la comida en el restaurante no me ha sorprendido mucho. En realidad, lo que más me molestó fue que el vino nos lo han servido caliente. A mí me gusta el vino fresquito y con la temperatura que hace en Londres,no sé porqué el vino lo tenían tan caliente. Se lo comentamos al camarero y este nos trajo un cubo con hielo para que lo pusiéramos alli un ratito, hasta que se quedara más fresquito.

Ahora, la decoración chulísima y los camareros muy simpaticos. Los cuartos de baño son super modernos y de verdad el ambiente entero te invita a estar alli un buen rato. De hecho, me ha gustado tanto que hemos vuelto allí a cenar el miércoles siguiente. Pero, aunque esta vez la comida fue más acertada, otra vez nos sirvieron el vino caliente.

O sea, que os lo recomiendo. Pero si tuviera la oportunidad de hablarlo en persona con el Jamie, no dejaría de comentar que me he decepcionado un poco. Siempre pienso que mejor saber la opinión real de la gente, que seguir haciendo las cosas creyendo que lo estás haciendo bien por falta de críticas constructivas.

Después de comer, paseamos por las calles de Convent, pasando por el mercado, con su feria de antiguedades y estos bares y cafeterias tan chulos. Había un ambiente increíble, con muchísima gente, música, artistas de calle, puestos de artesanía, enfin, cosas que harían cualquiera perderse algunas horitas paseando por allí.

Y, al final de la tarde, nos encontramos a este pequeño Pub escondido en una callecita dónde nos surpendió un grupo que tocaba al jazz en directo y que tenía una cantante con una voz preciosa! Nos quedamos alli, hablando un poco más, tomandonos nuestras pints y escuchando aquella musica. Al final del día, me sentía afortunada por poder disfrutar de un domingo tan lindo, al lado de amigas a las que quiero tanto y a las que echo muchísimo de menos!

Translation:

There are days in which all you need is to sit at a table with good friends and while you drink a glass of wine, talk as much as you can.

Since I came to live in Brazil, I miss these girls days. Those complicity. Know that you are being listened to without any type of prejudice. Get to find people that you really identify with yourself: it is very difficult. Create a network of friends who share your same tastes, needs some work. Build a real friendship takes time. And I’ve been here only 7 months.

So, when life twists left me not knowing where to go and, still having the family around, I needed this therapy, I just did not measure efforts. I took the days I had taken for Easter, crossed the ocean and went to meet that one who have been my friend, sister, counselor and psychologist for my whole life. Even more still during the last 7 years, in which we share many things in Seville.

Thus, in a sunny Sunday (uncommon for London almost always gray), Nina picked me up at Heathrow airport. When I saw her I knew I had done the right thing.

Shortly after passing by the house to change, we went to downtown to meet with Elisinha (who now lives in Cambridge and came to London in a matter of urgency at the request of Nina to help in the draft to make me laugh). And, as Ithey know me, took me to eat at Jamie’s Italian restaurant. Yes, the real Jamie!  I have never been there before, so it was the perfect choice!

And so we spent the afternoon: between gastronomic orgies and much wine. Laughing, chatting, updating each other. The starters were divine! We asked a few portions of  sausage and mushroom gratin which were scrumptious. As a second, I tried the pasta of the day, with lamb and tomato sauce, which was quite rich. But for dessert I asked for the panacota and I did not like at all! And it did not seem even a tad to the original panacota. At least from what I know … In fact, I must say I was a little disappointed, because while I am fan of his recipes (and believe me, I have tried many at home), the food in his restaurant was not very surprising. Actually, what bothered me most was that the wine we have been served was a bit hot. I like the wine cool and with this temperature in London I just do not know why the wine were so hot. We commented it to the waiter and he kindly brought us a bucket of ice so we put it there for a while.

But I have to say that the restaurant has a very cool decor and very friendly waiters. The bathrooms are super modern and really the whole environment invites you to be there a while. In fact, I liked it so much that we returned there for dinner the following Wednesday. But,  even tough this time the food was more successful, again they served us warm wine.

In other words, I recommend it. But if I had the opportunity to speak in person with Jamie, I could not fail to mention that I was a little disappointed. I always think it’s better to know the real opinion of the people, than continue to do things believing that you’re doing well because of lack of constructive criticism.

After lunch, we strolled through the streets of Convent Garden, through the market, with its antique fair and these bars and cafes so cool. There was an incredible atmosphere, with many people, music, street performers, craft stalls, enfin, things that would make anyone spend some hours walking around there.

And by late afternoon, we met this little pub tucked away in a lane where we were surprised by a jazz band that played live and had a singer with a beautiful voice! We stood there, talking a little more, taking our pints and listening to that music. At the end of the day, I was fortunate to enjoy a Sunday so cute, next to friends whom I love so much and I miss even more!

28/04/2011 at 4:05 8 comments

Los vuelcos inesperados de la vida

La esperada post de nuestra amiga Roci … bienvenida a treintaomás !!

Treinta o más, si, llegados este punto se nos plantean muchas cosas, que si vivo la vida que quiero vivir, si me gusta lo que hago, el trabajo, la ciudad donde vivo, tu pareja, la casa, tu formación… son temas que te vas planteando y da la casualidad que lo haces en el mismo momento y es cuando empieza a tambalearse todo tu mundo, pero ahí estás firme como una piedra para no caerte.

Somos fuertes y aunque en determinados momentos nos desmoronamos cual castillo de arena, siempre existe una situación, unas palabras, un acontecimiento, un paseo, cualquier cosa puede ser una señal para que te haga reaccionar. Pero lo bonito es vivirlo y decírmelo a mí, en cuestión de unos meses me ha cambiado la vida, de no tener trabajo a tenerlo, de tener novio a no tenerlo, de no tener casa a comprarme una, de no pensar en hijos a pensarlo, si lo confieso este tema ha sido tabú para mi toda mi vida, de hecho me he imaginado toda mi vida sin niños a mi alrededor, yo era ese caso raro de las reuniones de amigas que decía que no le gustaban los niños y que con una afirmación aplastante decía que no quería tenerlos, y no sé por qué extraña razón en los últimos meses parece que esta idea me viene a la cabeza más veces de lo que hubiera imaginado, ¿la razón? No os puedo decir, pero a lo mejor tiene algo que ver con que ha nacido mi primera sobrina, Elena, el mero hecho de saber que ha nacido una pequeña criatura de mi familia, tan pequeñita e indefensa me hace sentir inmensa de alegría por su nacimiento. Todo esto extrapolado a lo que pudiera sentir si fuera mío, imaginaros, no lo quiero ni pensar.

Pero si, la perspectiva ha cambiado y me siento contenta porque me arranca una sonrisa cada vez que pienso en ello.

Todo esto me lleva a pensar que la vida da vuelcos inesperados y que la mejor manera de afrontarlos es con positivismo porque de ello se sacan muchas lecciones y aprendes a vivir y disfrutar más, a apreciar las pequeñas cosas como si fueran únicas.

Roci

Translation in English:

The post we have been waiting for from our friend Roci .. welcome to treintaomas !

Thirty or more, yes, at this point we think about many things: am I living the life I want to live, do I like what I do, my work, the city where I live, my partner, my house, my studies … all are things you start to think about.  And it just happens that you think about all these matters when you find yourself weak, and the world around you starts to crumble.. but here I am strong like a stone and I will not fall.

We are strong, although at certain times we fall apart like a sand castle. There is always an incident, a word, an event, a walk, anything could be a sign to make you react. But the important thing is to live such moment. Who would have said to me that in a matter of months my life would change so drastically, from being unemployed to finding a job, from having a boyfriend to not having one, from not owning a house to owning one, from not thinking about children to thinking about them. I have to admit this topic has been a taboo my entire life. In fact I always imagined my life without children around me. I have always been the black sheep amongst my friends clearly stating that I do not want to have children. However, for some strange reason, in recent months it seems that this idea comes to my head more times than I would have ever guessed. The reason? I cannot tell, but maybe it has something to do with the birth of my first niece, Elena. The mere fact of knowing that a small child has been born in my family, so small and helpless, fills me with such immense joy. Infinite happiness, that I do not even want to imagine, how I could feel something stronger if she was mine.

So yes, my outlook has changed and I feel happy because it makes me smile every time I think about it.

All this leads me to think that life takes unexpected twists and turns. The best way to cope is to be positive. From every situation, we can learn various lessons. We learn how to live. We learn how to enjoy life and how to appreciate more the little things and their uniqueness. 

Roci





16/02/2011 at 12:24 4 comments


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